"Don't worry about the outside of the sandbox yet!"
The fat wizard interrupted Zheng Qing's analysis, and his voice suddenly became nervous: "There's something wrong with those crows! Something's very wrong!... They're not out of control... They're killing each other under control!"
Xin didn't need further reminder. The other two young wizards in the circle also noticed the abnormalities around them.
Colorful feathers fell from the sky like snowflakes, and turned into clouds of ashes very close to the ground; sharp and harsh neighing noises were mixed together, one after another. Even through the protective barrier, Zheng Qing still felt bored and nauseous.
Strong feeling of discomfort.
This isn't even the worst.
What made him even more vaguely uneasy was that the crows that were fighting each other seemed to be devouring each other. He could clearly see a slightly larger crow grabbing the head of another small crow, tearing it hard, and swallowing it.
, and then the big crow flapped its wings, and its size suddenly grew a little bit larger. The red filaments tied on the backs of the killed crows will also be transferred to the backs of the new hosts, and become thicker.
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The number of crows in the air is decreasing crazily every minute and every second. Their sizes are getting bigger and their colors are getting darker and darker, as if the colors of the dead crows are converging on the living crows.
In other words, the originally colorful corvid birds are slowly turning into real crows. They spread their wide wings and emit weird low-pitched roars, accompanied by chaotic and complex magic fluctuations, shrouding the world.
The shadows deepening over Weishi Rock'.
"Good thing."
Xiao Xiao raised his head, looking at this bizarre picture, and said calmly: "You only have a few special talisman bullets in total. It would be a waste to hit ordinary crows. They can gather themselves into a ball, you should thank them... That's right
As the saying goes, if you shoot the first bird, just kill the most powerful one when the time comes..."
Having said that.
When the number of crows hovering in the sky was reduced to single digits, each of them was already as big as an elephant. With their wings spread wide, they covered the sky and the sun, and even gave people the feeling of a giant roc coming to this world.
A sentence came to Zheng Qing's mind inexplicably: When there are flaws all over the body, there are no flaws in the whole body.
He can now hit any crow with his eyes closed, but he doesn't know where to aim - heart? Head? Neck? Wings? Or butt?
Who knows if these big birds have gates, or where the gates are!
The last time he encountered a similar situation was when he was dealing with the dark wizard Whateley. At that time, there were dozens of elite registered wizards led by three college vice-presidents beside him to sweep the array for him, and all the runes in the magazine were
They all just need to aim at the same goal.
And now.
On his left and right were two students who had not yet graduated. In addition to these big crows, the enemies in front of him were probably some dark wizards hiding in the dark. More importantly, no one knew how to let these crows continue to devour each other.
, what kind of monsters they can turn into in the end!
It is not difficult for many dark wizard organizations to build an out-of-control monster with great wizard-level destructive power. But facing such a monster, it takes a different amount of energy to subdue or destroy it.
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Many times, the wizards of the Alliance would rather face a dozen fallen wizards than deal with the cultists under the stars. This is the reason.
As these thoughts flashed through my mind, one less crow was hovering in the air. This time, the missing crow was eaten by seven other crows.
That's right, Zheng Qing can now count the number of crows in the sky at a glance.
A piece of black feathers comparable to Fatty Xin slowly fell down and hit the shadow of the rock above the three people's heads. The light yellow light shield flickered undetectably. For a moment, Zheng Qing seemed to be able to feel the protective knot.
There was a heavy and sticky oppressive atmosphere outside the world.
A few drops of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.
Can't wait any longer.
Even though he knew that those cowards who dared not show their heads wanted to consume his own blood talisman bullets, he could not wait any longer. When he made this decision, a flash of enlightenment suddenly flashed in Zheng Qing's heart.
This is the other party's conspiracy.
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"The best way to disrupt the opponent's rhythm is to put them in a dilemma... Losing the ability to choose also gives up the initiative to respond."
"Just like now, our teaching assistant only has two choices left."
"Or, at the expense of his precious and powerful talisman bullets, interrupt the process of these crows devouring each other in advance, and then bravely face the unknown world behind."
"Or, let the crows devour each other and watch this sandbox finally give birth to a monster that is likely to have the power of a great wizard."
"If I had a choice, I would never let him take such a big risk. After all, he is our most unique and successful experimental subject so far... Even we ourselves don't know, those crows continue to eat each other
, what kind of monster will be fused in the end... But just like him, we have no choice now."
Gan Ning stood at the narrow attic window, with his back to the other four crows in the room, and spoke softly about the hard dish they had been planning for a long time.
Different from the lazy feeling he felt while lying on the bed a moment ago, at this moment, his breath seemed to be slowly blending with the killing crows outside, becoming more and more obscure and cold, every minute and every second.
Becoming more profound.
Another crow was torn apart by other crows.
The miserable roar seemed to make this small world begin to shake. Broken black feathers, huge drops of blood, and splattered bones and flesh fell all over the sky, and finally burned up very close to the ground, leaving behind a thick layer of
ash.
Gan Ning's already very gloomy figure seemed to become even darker at the moment when the crow died, and the shadow swaying on the ground was like a dark, burning flame, burning every sight.
His companions looked at him worriedly.
Look at him quietly.
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boom!
A flash of red rose from under the shadow of the pale yellow rock and accurately hit the head of the nearest crow.
However, there was no joy on Zheng Qing's face.
Because just as he had guessed, as the magic power of these big crows fluctuated and their size approached the great wizard, his shot only severely damaged the target, but failed to send it away with one shot.
One shot is not enough, two shots are superfluous.
Looking at the crow that was missing most of its head and struggling wildly in mid-air, and looking at the other five huge figures that rushed forward to tear it apart without hesitation, Zheng Qing felt like he was holding his nose and eating shit.
And he couldn't hesitate, he had to finish these pickled things in the shortest possible time before the other crows had time to devour each other!